10 Days

Oh my goodness. 10 days. In 10 days I will have a five year old. My baby will be 5. No turning back.

My Poor Little Man

So Mt Lemon was our fun for the morning. Once we came home we started cleaning up a little getting stuff ready to go to the dump. I had just got dinner out when Justin comes running into the kitchen screaming. I was panicking because I knew it wasn't his normal scream. I look at him and about FREAKED out! He was covered in blood screaming. I look closer as I grabbed him up and saw a big gash under his eye brow. Blood is just pouring out and I immediately grab a towel and start applying pressure. I ask him what happened and he said he hit the coffee table. So I carry him into the living room following the blood trail. I mean literally that's how much blood there was. Sure enough there was a path that lead right to the coffee table. I take the towel off and look and thankfully it quit bleeding. However, I could see the skin wasn't closing. I mean not to get much more graphic but I could see between his skin that's how far apart it was. So I just have this feeling that I need to him to the ER. After sending a few pictures out make sure I wasn't over reacting I just decide I'm taking him. Better to be safe than sorry. Plus it was swelling it seemed by the second causing the cut to stay apart more. I decided against the ER remembering we had a walk in clinic about five minutes away. I went in asking first if they did stitches since I know some don't and then asking for a nurse to tell me if he even needed them. They decided to just sign him in. So here I am with my perfectly normal and healthy looking boy and daughter and everyone is looking at me like why are you here. No joke I got the strangest looks. As if I wanted to be there in the first place. We sat for maybe 30 minutes before we were called back. I was thrilled to say the lease. Justin was weighed and came in at a whopping 31 pounds. We were brought into a room and he ha all his vitals checked. Then the wait came in. I knew it was too good to be true. We waited about a hour which still wasn't bad before the doc came in. I removed Justin camo band aid only to infuriate my son. He was so mad. He hates doctors to begin with and loves band-aids so I knew this was going to be fun. I had already sneaked a peak right before the doc came in and saw it was oozing and open and just knew we were in store for stitches. I just knew it. I was right. The doctor took one look and was like oh yes we are going to need some stitches. I personally have only had stitches once and I was an adult. It was in my hand and I'll tell you that was enough for me. Irrigating it hurt like a well like a you know what. My poor son. Already mad because he dislikes doctors starts saying "I'm fine." "I'm fine." "I go home now." If only it would have been that easy. So miss nosy aka Kailee is right up front and center the entire procedure. They made me lay him down facing me and I was to hold his shoulder down so he couldn't move. I was told and Justin to the more still he sat the quicker it would go. So I braced myself. He puts some gauze over it and kinda got this look and was like yup he's going to need a few. Then they put the cleaning stuff in and Justin was so mad. He started screaming. I was like oh crap they haven't even started and he's already not handling it well. Next came the shot. The numbing shot. Now if only there was a way to numb you up without a shot. Oh man did he scream and cry and he gave him quite a few. Now my inexperienced idiotic self assumed the worse was over. After all he would be numbed. I will say Justin stayed still the entire time. Notice I said still and not quiet. My poor son. I felt absolutely helpless and like crap. He cried the whole time. I bribed him to be still saying he could have as many hot wheels as he wanted. The doctor and nurse cracked up and was like you're brave not setting a limit. I know my son. His favorite number is two and he never asks for more than two of anything. LOL. So they were both very impressed at how still he was and how good he was. Especially considering his age. He might have cried and vocally expressed his displeasure but darn it my kid was still and required no holding down by anyone. I was a proud momma. :) Now where's Kailee you're wondering. So I'm at the front on the bed talking to Justin while he's being stitched and Kailee's right in front on me watching the whole thing being miss concerned. So the doctor started to piss me off if I may be blunt. He kept loosing the string and slipping and re puncturing because he was messing up. I swear he was an intern or something but nope he's been doctoring for quite some time. You wouldn't have known by his stitching skills. So I'm watching him repeatedly slip and mess up growing more and more mad when out of no where Kailee stars crying. I look at her and she tell me her tummy hurts and bad. The nurse is behind me at this point and Kailee's in front of me so there was no getting to her. She offers Kailee soda and both Kailee and Justin yell "NO!" I said oh sorry my kids aren't allowed soda. We look back at kailee and notice she's as white as the bed sheet. Still saying how bad her tummy hurts. She crouches down and places her head on my lap an I'm like oh no she's gonna throw up. The nurse throws me a plastic container all while I'm holding Justin's hand and talking to him I'm now also holding a plastic container under my daughter's face. Oh man what a mess I tell you. Talk about multi-tasking. Well the last stitch Kailee stands up to see and the doctor is like oh my gosh she looks like one of those horror movie actors. Her face was so pale and under her eyes were super purple. I knew what happened. I mean it's pretty traumatic to see your brother with a gash in his head and then to see him cry and scream as it's stitched up. The doctor and nurse even say it always happens and they were quite surprised I was as calm as I was because most moms get sick and freak out during the process. I have come a long way that's for sure. I used to literally almost pass out at the site of my own blood. So they finished up and Kailee finally snapped out of her daze. I was actually quite worried about her for a minute. So 8 stitches later we were on our way out. He can't be outside for the next five days. I have to take him back to have them removed. After leaving I took him over to Walgreens to get some hot wheels. He earned them that's for sure. He picked out two and Kailee convinced him he needed two more.LOL Got Kailee some more Benadryl because she currently has a rash all over. I'm thinking she'll be in the walk in clinic next if it doesn't clear up. A stop at the Mc Donalds drive through for some Happy Meals and we were home. The kids had dinner and a bath and they are in bed. Poor Justin though. I feel blessed we made it this long without stitches. I mean he's all boy and a rough boy at that. I mean heck just sitting in the room waiting for the doctor and he fell and busted his lip. I was like son you are just a mess today. He HATES the stitches. HATES them. He keeps saying "I want that out." I just hope we make it the five days without him pulling them out or busting it apart. I was so proud of Kailee though. She was so protective and concerned for him. And Justin Justin ate it up. I am so exhausted now. My nerves are shot to heck and back.

Mt Lemon

We woke up at 9 to get ready to head to the mountains. A bunch of the guys from the station were going so Paula sked if the kids and I would want to go. I was like sure sounds like fun. We usually have a great time. This time however was just one of those times where it didn't go too well. The snow was melting in the lower portion which created a ton of little water falls throughout the drive. It was beautiful! Once we got to the location we were going to tube at we realized the snow was quite hard. Made very difficult for a two and four year old to walk. They were slipping every where. Still didn't stop Kailee. She immediately started playing in the snow, throwing snow balls, and just having a blast. Justin didn't seem fond of the idea from the moment we took him out of the truck. He was made because he only had one of his gloves and he was not feeling my ghetto sock solution to keeping his hands warm. So we walk to where we were going to tube which I think wore Justin out. Slipping and sliding and almost busting it the whole way bless his heart. Again Kailee is right in front playing the entire time only slipping a few times. Well once the tubing started meltdowns arose. Both kids did go down with Paul and they loved it but after that it was like okay we've had our fun. Time to go. I mean out of no where both were putting in how cold they were, how they just wanted to go home. Nothing I did helped calm them down either. Poor Paul I know it ruined his time. I felt so bad that we had to leave. He went a few more times alone while I attempted to calm the freezing, tired, whiny, crying kids down. Nothing worked. I busted it twice really bad. Once going down to the bottom and it was bad. I slipped and somehow ended up falling hard on my tummy slamming my camera into the snow with me on top. Not good. That'll explain the lack of pictures. The second time I just straight lost my footing and slammed hard on my booty. Made my back feel awesome let me tell you. The snow just was not our friend this time. I offered to go up to the truck with the kids to let them warm up while Paul enjoyed tubing but he decided it was best just to go. We were in the car maybe 5 minutes before JP was out. Kailee napped a little too. Poor things were just wore out. I still enjoyed going up to mountains. I think it's absolutely beautiful up there.